I stifled a moan as he moved towards me, clearly intent on covering me, just as the other dogs had covered Sari. I was desperately, intensely lustful, but was terrified at the same time of being penetrated by this beast, this male dog. But then, even that was washed away by the fact that this was to happen whether I wished it or not, and I was yearning for it so badly...

He slid over my back, his furry chest touching my naked buttocks, and I let out a little scream with the tension. The Vizier let out a laugh, and the dog grunted.

His forelegs were muscular, and I could feel their power as they moved to either side of me, and then he grabbed me, as if fearing I would escape, those strong legs of his gripping my sides so that I couldn't get away, even if I had wanted to.

His body right on top of mine, his legs around my sides, the tops of his furred paws just grazing my breasts, I knew that I was to be his, that it was inevitable, and that he would do with me just as he liked.

It was then that I felt it.

His hips pushing towards me, I felt the warm kiss of his manhood on my crotch, just a little below the lipped entrance to my body. I gasped with the terror, my insides shivering with commingled revulsion and arousal. He didn't even seem to notice, clutching me a little harder, perhaps, otherwise just thrusting again, trying to reach the proper place with his thing.

Needless to say, he did; eventually. After thrusting several times, I felt the tip of it pressed up against my cunt and then it was in oh god it was in it just slid right in as easy as that and then the rest of the shaft followed and oh god----

Once he had it in he began working it back and forth, and by god, he felt just like a man. Then I felt the bulge at the base meet my lips, and I clenched my teeth, waiting for him to complete my violation.

He whined and shifted his weight from one foot to another, jogging the base against me several times. Then, bracing himself with his back legs, he rammed it into me, and I cried out with the sharpness of his final penetration, my lips dilated briefly and painfully. Then he was completely within me, his hips working at me steadily and carefully.

I felt it swell further, and then it was presumably at its full size, now locked within my body. The dog had taken me, was taking me, now. He was possessing my body, making it his.

I don't remember the rest all that clearly. I remember thrusting against his ass ---which was now pressed to mine, his body facing away--- and feeling my insides spasm in that particular fit of passion that a man's body was capable of inflicting upon mine, my womb gripping his penis tightly.

It was over far too soon, despite the fact that he possessed far more stamina than any lover I had been taken by previously. Even though I wished for more, my loins ached with the residue of pleasure after he withdrew, and when I sat up, after several minutes, I found my thighs to be terribly stiff.

"I see there will be no problems," the Vizier said, and departed, taking all the dogs with him.

"Well," Sari asked me coquettishly. "how was your first dog?"

"Fantastic," I murmured, still sprawled out over the little stool. I was exhausted, and wasn't really paying any attention to what I was saying. I saw her eyes widen.

"You liked it?!?!" she said in astonishment that I would admit such a thing.

"Yes." I said. "Don't say that it isn't the same for you,"

"Yes," she confessed, shyly.

At the end of the third day, he returned with his mastiffs, and made this announcement:

"I have decided to continue this experiment only with you," he pointed at Sari, and then at me, "while you will be bred to a different nature of animal. Come," I got to my feet and he unlocked me from the wall, then bound my hands together with the padlock.

He led me up and out of his room, and then down some stairs, and then out into another room what had an opening onto the outside through what looked like stable doors. After securing me to a ring in the wall, he left, and I took the opportunity to look around.

The room was full of any number of odd devices. All along the walls were whips, chains, lengths of rope and strips of leather, and lots of implements made of leather and cloth.

But surely the most startling thing in the room was that which stood at its center.

Carved out of wood and fully as large as the real thing was a horse; it was solid wood, but when I looked closer I saw it was lined with leather, and had a horsehair mane. I wondered what its use could possibly be.

The vizier came back in with two guards, one of whom was unarmed, but leading a big, beautiful horse.

"Guard," he told the first one, "prepare the phantom."

While the man went over to the wooden contraption, the vizier approached me.

"Stablemaster," he said. "what do you have which we could use to test her girth and internal strength?"

"That is similarly prodigious, I suppose you mean?"

"Precisely."

"Well," the man just stood there a moment, still holding the horse's reins. "we could use the handle of the twitch, I suppose."

"Then let's."

The Stablemaster came forth with a big wooden thing with a small loop of chain on the end. He gestured with it to the Vizier.

"We'll need oil."

"Provided for," the Vizier said, handing the man a jar of something. The Stablemaster opened the lid and dipped the tip of the wooden thing into it. It was smooth, and the end was rounded. I was starting to get an idea of what was the happen, but no, they couldn't, the piece of wood was far too long, and so wide---

I whimpered when the Vizier motioned to me, saying, "Spread your legs, slut."

When I hesitated, the other man said, "Should I get a whip?"

I spread my legs.

I closed my eyes when he placed the tip of the huge thing against my cunt, the tip smooth and cool; he pressed it forward very brutally, and I cried out, twisting my head to the side.

I heard him say, "Now, there," and then with a mighty jerk, I thought I was dying. I opened my eyes again, and through the tears of pain I could see that he had shoved it about halfway up into me, the lower half protruding from between my legs, the loop of chain depending from it.

"Can you push it in any farther?" the Vizier asked, and the Stablemaster gripped the bottom of it and pushed up, hard. I let out an involuntary cry, and it slid deeper into me. He jiggled it about a bit, and managed to deepen the penetration another two inches. Then he stopped.

"Nah," he said, still holding it in me for the Vizier's benefit. "it won't go any further than this."

"Fine," he said, nodding. "withdraw it, and let us measure the depth."

The man did just that, lowering it out of my body slowly and painfully. I gasped once it was all the way out, feeling as though I had just been evacuated inside, and that I was collapsing.

"That ought to be enough ," the stableman said, holding the wooden implement right at the area where it had stopped going in. The length that he had inserted into me was over two handspans.

"So, in your opinion, the mating will be possible?"

"Yah," he said, "he'll have a difficult time, but it won't be impossible."

"The device is ready, sir."

They led me over to the wooden horse in the center of the room, which the guard appeared to have partially dismantled; it looked as though its stomach had exploded, exposing its innards to view.

The inside of its belly was upholstered with what looked like leather. The guard gestured.

"Crawl up here," he said, pointing between its rear legs. I did just that.

Once I was up between its legs, my stomach on the platform created by its lowered stomach, the guard pushed my legs through, until I was all the way beneath this strange thing, suspended from its stomach.

"Place your legs here," he instructed me, pushing my legs back until they were right at the wooden legs, and then I realized that they were hollow, and mine could rest inside, which they did, not uncomfortably. "Arms here," he added, and I did the same with my arms, though this time in the front legs. Then he began lifting the stomach back up. Once he had lifted it to the point where I was completely inside the horse, he snapped clasps on either side of the wood shut, and then I was fully contained, there, within the belly of this horse.

It wasn't too uncomfortable, but it was a bit hot. I wondered when they would let me out.

There were, thankfully, many small holes near my face, so that I was able to breath. When I felt a breeze over my ass, I realized that that was exposed to the air.

"Get the mare essence."

I felt someone dripping something cool and slick all over my rear. I heard the horse whinny.

"Let him sniff her."

It wasn't more than a moment before I felt the horse's massive snout snuffling at my exposed backside, his nose and chin soft and velvety. He pushed and shoved at me with his head, snuffling at me with obvious enthusiasm. I shuddered within my wooden prison.

"There he goes," the stableman said. "he'll cover her in a moment."

The horse gave a snort, and I wondered to myself what he looked like now. Was he erect? Was he eager to mount me? I could only guess how big his manhood was; having never been allowed near horses, or even, for that matter, out of the harem chamber, I had never seen the manhood of a male horse; I imagined it was prodigious, judging merely from the size of the animal.

With a tremendous thud! I felt the whole wooden contraption shake, and I knew that he must have placed his forelegs atop it, just as a man does when he takes a woman from behind, or when the dogs mounted Sari. I prepared myself for what I knew would be a difficult experience.

His huge body shifting heavily atop mine, I was grateful for the protection the wooden horse offered me; if I had been given to the horse as I was, surely I would have been killed! It was in the midst of these grateful thoughts that I felt it at my entrance.

"Make sure he doesn't enter the incorrect hole," the Vizier noted, and the stableman replied:

"He isn't: see?"

They were correct: he was not. I felt the moist kiss of his member touching my entrance, and then he pressed against me with something that felt thicker than the piece of wood they had violated me with, then he pushed forward a little harder, and I felt what I realized was the head of a manhood of epic proportions. I let out a cry of fright and tried shifting inside my wooden and leather prison: I couldn't, though, and my lack of mobility only added to my realization of how little I was in control of this situation.

He whinnied and gave another shiver atop me, and then, with a mighty snort, managed to push what was surely the whole length of his gigantic manhood into me. I screamed unrestrainedly, his girth so terrible -

"He appears to be having difficulty," the Vizier said.

"Not to worry; he's got the tip in already, and now that he's randy and ready to go, nothing'll stop him."

I cried with terror as they spoke, and then, sure enough, the stallion gave a mighty buck and drove more of his fantastically sized shaft into my barely yielding cunny. I screamed and cried, but to no avail, my cries ignored by both my rapist and captors alike, my gibbered pleas going unheeded.

It took him several more breathless moments to finish his initial thrust, only completing my violation after backing up slightly, then thrusting forward again. Once he had penetrated me all the way to the depth of my womb, my inner seal clasped tightly around the engorged head of his organ, only then did he withdraw to ready himself for his next thrust.

With brutally mechanical motions, he began working his length in and out of me, back and forth, his giant maleness rending and tearing me, my insides feeling even fuller than they had when the stableman had violated me with the wooden handle. I thought it would never end.

Needless to say, it did; but not before I had been reduced to tears of pain. In the background I could hear the Vizier and the stableman discussing the stallion.

"How often are mares usually bred?"

"Oh, between three and four times a day, on average. Do you want to keep using the same stud, or should we switch to the others?"

"Switch, most definitely."

Though I was nearly desensitized with fear, the size and violence of his assault upon my body couldn't fail to register: despite my anxiety, I could feel the stirrings of passion, however slight, within my loins.

His manhood sliding in and out of me with rhythmic consistency, I could feel the texture of him, each individual bump and ridge on his shaft standing out to me. The tip of his penis seemed to have become swollen once he was inside me also, feeling more than passingly similar to the way the mastiff felt, except with the impossibly large bulge at the tip of his member, rather than the base.

It was at this point that the horse gave a whinny that was more of a shriek, and the stableman said, "He's flagging,". His manhood plunged in me to the hilt, I cried out, feeling the engorged end of his rod spasm and spit, his hot seed entering me in a gush, his essence pouring out of him in several powerful squirts. It literally felt as if I had been filled, his emission flooding out of him and into me.

His mission accomplished, he relaxed atop me, settling into stillness almost immediately.

I groaned long and loud from inside the infernal device, but they ignored me. The horse shuddered, and then, with a shivery thud, dismounted from the contraption, his manhood sliding out of me all in the same motion.

Where before I had felt overfull and in pain, now I felt as though my body had been emptied of everything in it; my cunny was very sore, and I could feel his emission dripping out of me.

"I'll plug her," the stableman said, and the next thing I felt was something cool and smooth, like wood, perhaps, being inserted into my cunt. With a hard, passionless jab he shoved it all the way in, and after the initial sharp twinge of pain it felt less uncomfortable. I realized that it was literally a plug, one that flared out at the base and the tip so that it sealed whatever orifice it was inserted in. I realized that my womb had been plugged to keep the stallion's potency inside.

It was several more minutes before they unfastened the clamps on the sides of the wooden contraption and let me out. I couldn't stand on my own, my muscles were so stiff, the place between my legs so sore.

"Walk about a little bit," I was commanded, and so I did, each step like so much agony, I was so sore. And the rudely inserted plug didn't make things any easier, either...

After being forced to move about for a couple of minutes, they removed the plug, let me wash off a bit, and then put me back in the contraption, ready to be raped again, which I was; whether by the same stallion as before or another, I was unable to tell.

I was used twice more in this fashion before the end of the day; once in the evening, and once in the mid of the night, each time attended by the same stableman, the Vizier, and the guards. Each time I was loaded into the same contraption, and if it was the same stallion all four times, he must have had inexhaustible stamina.

The next day was a repeat of the first, except in between couplings, the Vizier returned me to his laboratory to exercise strange rites upon me.

I don't know what the rites were intended to produce, but what I found occurring was that I began to become --- enflamed --- by the daily sessions with the horses. Having become acclimated to their penetrations by the start of the third day, I actually began to take a growing pleasure at the commencement of each coupling. I wasn't sure whether to feel ashamed at this, or if I should just revel in what felt so good.

It wasn't until near the end of the first week that I was comfortable enough and familiar enough with the process to actually achieve orgasm with the horses.

By the end of the third week, I had been covered innumerable times by the stallions, to the point where I was able to differentiate between them just by feel, and the way they acted as they covered me.

After another few weeks, the Vizier grew discouraged at the trials, and sold me off for an unknown sum to a traveling royalty, a man who was probably a Caliph in some distant land.

"It is said that she couples willingly with animals, in the manner of the degenerate whores of the west," I heard him telling one of his fellows, probably one of his ministers. I had been brought to his tent, he and the others seated comfortably on cushions behind their table, two guards standing stiffly by the entrance. I was stood in the middle of the room, wearing no more than a loincloth; two more guards entered bearing a heavy wooden table, which was placed next to me; they left, and when they returned, they were leading a fair sized pony.

"Girl," the Caliph said, "unite with this beast, that we may watch."

Turning to him, I put my hand to his snout, letting him nuzzle my hand, which he sniffed and then licked with obvious excitement. I had never done it this way with a horse before, having always been safely locked inside the wooden device. I moved closer to him, letting him nuzzle between my breasts, my recollections of how to please men returning to me, albeit slowly. After stroking his head for several moments, I moved around to his side, then crouched beneath him.

His belly above me like the ceiling of a low-slung tent, I turned up towards his manhood. There was a huge, pouch-like sheath of flesh backed by two giant balls, and I reached up to them, touching them lightly with my fingertips. The pony twitched, his balls shivering heavily in my grasp as I hefted them in my palms.

Fondling his jewels in this gentle fashion, I slowly moved one hand up to his sheath, and began rubbing that. I could feel something inside, and without the least compulsion, I raised my head to him, touching the outer lip of his sheath with my mouth, my tongue. He whinnied from above me, and then I felt it move inside of him.

It was huge, like some hungry, overwrought snake, and I felt the sheath expand and shudder as it moved inside, slithering nearer and nearer to me. Then, the head of the snake was there, touching my lips, and I kissed it. Touching the tip with my tongue, it emerged further, eager for my touch.